晨读经典英文诗歌：The Road to Avignon

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晨读经典英文诗歌：The Road to Avignon　　A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
　　Blown by the bright wind, debonair;
: R* S' {3 N, F& b* M# c6 y/ F　　Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor,
& Z/ D( }6 W! f* K　　Above on the terrace a turret door
　　Frames a lady, listless and wan,
( u2 G: j2 {- ?$ [　　But fair for the eye to rest upon.
　　The minstrel plucks at his silver strings,
* J4 o5 f3 c/ P4 I　　And looking up to the lady, sings: --
3 b& F# O$ K+ m1 F1 b　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
) |' M# u2 ?: s, a* X" L　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
　　The octagon tower casts a shade
8 m& G. T4 P1 q* ~" |　　Cool and gray like a cutlass blade;
　　In sun-baked vines the cicalas spin,
( Z( J' a2 w, Z9 z　　The little green lizards run out and in.
' w9 m5 C2 a$ M1 ^& j/ p　　A sail dips over the ocean's rim,
　　And bubbles rise to the fountain's brim.
- x2 I# D' f$ h) D! F  S　　The minstrel touches his silver strings,
& K3 Y. x' \! Z/ O- b- B　　And gazing up to the lady, sings: --
  G& w$ T: W# C　　Down the road to Avignon,
% m; A* Y$ K! c9 K. \- F　　The long, long road to Avignon,
0 r/ @4 E' n8 f; |" g4 ^: `　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
4 r3 F2 [, H! s. ?　　One morning in the spring.
　　Slowly she walks to the balustrade,
2 p8 i# n5 U4 u1 R7 N　　Idly notes how the blossoms fade
　　In the sun's caress; then crosses where
! i" J, P" D2 s8 c7 b　　The shadow shelters a carven chair.
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　　Within its curve, supine she lies,
0 N* Y! X0 k6 a! e- ]　　And wearily closes her tired eyes.
　　The minstrel beseeches his silver strings,
4 K6 I/ G) i* ^8 Y6 V' j) K　　And holding the lady spellbound, sings: --
8 d! s8 q  C# ]0 M　　Down the road to Avignon,
　　The long, long road to Avignon,
　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
9 \$ z+ J- h- V　　One morning in the spring.
　　Clouds sail over the distant trees,
　　Petals are shaken down by the breeze,
　　They fall on the terrace tiles like snow;
" ~# z6 b6 K" r* v# q7 n: ~8 `　　The sighing of waves sounds, far below.
- _# S. }! ?* A; n4 S4 g( Y# _　　A humming-bird kisses the lips of a rose
2 ~) K. l6 F" v% W8 ^0 o　　Then laden with honey and love he goes.
% ^- G/ W4 o1 T2 M$ U% r% Y　　The minstrel woos with his silver strings,
1 f# A( a+ E; `/ M& \( |7 r　　And climbing up to the lady, sings: --
　　Down the road to Avignon,
6 O" l! L% Q0 l& H　　The long, long road to Avignon,
6 J6 c# T, y4 k# q8 o　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.
4 u, |* `7 y, T$ x  L5 ^　　Step by step, and he comes to her,
( B9 t- N/ ?* W. N: b, g( Z3 Z　　Fearful lest she suddenly stir.
　　Sunshine and silence, and each to each,
. w; D$ D2 a/ r  ?( A　　The lute and his singing their only speech;
0 H- k8 ^* N4 C0 N/ K; v+ N　　He leans above her, her eyes unclose,
　　The humming-bird enters another rose.
　　The minstrel hushes his silver strings.
& X% k3 Z* g+ N7 ]　　Hark! The beating of humming-birds' wings!
' P8 X" d$ c; _, F　　Down the road to Avignon,
* m, Q3 A  b8 j7 M/ W2 c4 p  E0 r　　The long, long road to Avignon,
- \# o2 R0 D! ~0 V  P1 ^9 m8 P　　Across the bridge to Avignon,
　　One morning in the spring.